Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Single Daddy Alpha.: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The world flew by in a blurry haze as I watched the last of the sun’s rays on the canopy of the trees. It seemed as though a million butterflies had hatched in my stomach. Every emotion rippled through me as I felt Preston’s mark tingling like Pop Rocks on my shoulder. I glanced over at him and studied the lines of his face. It was as if I’d never seen him before. He had been someone else, a distant person or relative. Yet now, he was a part of me. It felt as if I’d spent my whole life in the dark, and he was the light I’d been looking for. “Stop staring,” he muttered as he kept his attention on the road. “I’m not staring. I’m observing.” “And your conclusion?” he asked, shifting his eyes briefly at me. “I love you.” “That’s it, huh? Just you love me?” he asked. Cillian curled his fingers into mine and drew my hand to his chest. He let out a heavy sigh. The sound reminded me of the noise he gave after a satisfying meal. It was the sound of him being at ease. “Are you okay?” I a

The alarm buzzed on the nightstand, infiltrating my blessedly dreamless sleep. My eyes fluttered open as the sound filled the guest room. I turned over, pulling the pillow over my ears to block the obsessive buzzing as the soft orange glow of dawn crept through the currents. Irritation rose like a black cloud, tainting everything. I clamped the pillow around my head, wishing for the sound to stop, but with its high-pitched wailing, I knew I’d never get back to sleep. “Good morning,” Cillian said, wiggling the pillow off my head. Even with the alarm silenced, I could still hear it buzzing in my ears. “I suggest we get up if you want to make breakfast,” Cilliansaid. “You know how Bartholomew is when it comes to scheduling, and if we’re not at the breakfast table when he serves it, we’ll be on our own till lunch.” The thought of having breakfast with Cillian’s family wasn’t on my list of priorities today. All I wanted to do was hide under the blanket and nurse the headache banging agai

Dust gathered on the old books that lined the shelves of the library in the Harkness Manor. So many of the volumes were on the history of the town and Cillian’s family. I’d always known Cillian’s family were the keepers of the past, but I hadn’t realized the magnitude of it. It was in this very room that I’d learned of my own family’s history and why we’d come to Moon Valley. I remembered the legends surrounding the founding families. Legends that turned into myths and ghost stories that humans would tell around campfires and adolescent sleepovers. The stories of skinwalkers and werewolves were the stuff of nightmares for humans. But for me, they were history. Sighing, I stepped back from the bookshelves. My mind raced through thought after thought, trying to figure out how we had come so far, yet everything still seemed so much the same. Even after two hundred years of living in peace and obscurity, humans wanted to eradicate us. I shook my head and turned my back to the books tha

The files in my hands felt like hot, smoldering coals. I had to get the information to Evelyn. The trek back to the Harkness Manor seemed to take forever on foot, but I didn’t want to ruin the evidence by shifting and having to carry it in my mouth. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, giving the forest a soft golden hue. If I hadn’t been in such a hurry, I would have enjoyed stopping at the river for a swim. It was a nice reprieve from the storms that had come through here. Monsoon season was nearly over. It pained me a bit to think I wouldn’t get a chance to snuggle into Cillian’s chest and listen to the rain with him anytime soon. But it would be one of those things that we’d look forward to and savor the moments when they did come. I exhaled as Harkness Manor came into view. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if Cillian was back, but as I probed my mind for him, I deflated. He wasn’t there. I wanted to tell him everything Holden found out, but I would have to wait. The only per

“Later,” I said. It took every ounce of my strength to pull away from Cillian’s kiss. His lips were so alluring and inviting. If I could, I would keep kissing him until I died. “What’s the matter?” he asked as he nibbled on my neck. “My parents are out of town—we practically have the place to ourselves.” “I want to, I do,” I said as Cillian slipped his finger under my bra strap and slid it down my arm. “What’s stopping you?” he whispered as his teeth grazed my earlobe. His kiss was intoxicating and so delectable. My body tingled from my head to my toes. Cillian pulled me closer to him as if he could will our bodies to merge right then and there. I lost myself in his kiss, all my thoughts and cares sinking like stones at my feet. Cillian grabbed me by the thigh and drew my leg to his hips. I stumbled back as he corralled me to the wall. Pinning my hand over my head, Cillian stared at me. The lust enhanced the golden flakes in his eyes. I yearned for him. Cillian slipped his free